“So would I,” comforted Louise. “But you mustn’t mind, Vicky. All my life the boys have called me ‘Carrots,’ and ‘Reddy,’ and things like that. There’s no use caring. Look here, honey, I’ll tell you what to do. See if you haven’t got a middle name you can use, or even one you ought to have had. Ask your uncle if there wasn’t a middle name somebody almost gave you once, and if there was use it.”
“I wonder if I could!” said Vicky, brightening. She reached down and pulled up one of her stockings, as if the prospect of a better name made her want to be tidy.
“Anyhow it’s a pretty name,” said Louise cheerfully. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“Yes, you would,” said Vicky, as she turned back. “There down this lane’s the place you can get—it.”
It was Louise’s turn to detain her this time.
“Vicky! Vicky!” she called. “Won’t you and Sandy come down to Camp Karonya and stay overnight, to-morrow night? We’re going to do some stunts—just to celebrate. The Scouts are coming over, and one or two of our pet particular friends.”
“I don’t know the way,” said Vicky.
“Sandy does,” said Louise and Winona together.
“Thank you,” said Vicky sedately. “We’ll come. And—please don’t tell the others my name. I’ll have the real one thought out by that time.”
“Of course we won’t,” they promised.